Author: Alice Clayton
Series: Hudson Valley #1
Publisher: Gallery Books
Release Date: October 20, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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After losing almost all of her clients in one fell swoop following an accident involving whipped cream, private chef to Hollywood’s elite Roxie Callahan gets a call from her flighty mother, saying she’s needed home in upstate New York to run the family diner. Once she's back in the Hudson Valley, local organic farmer Leo delivers Roxie a lovely bunch of walnuts, and soon sparks—and clothing—begin to fly. Leo believes that everything worth doing is worth doing slowly…and how! But will Roxie stay upstate, or will the lure of West Coast redemption tempt her back to Tinseltown?
From New York Times bestselling author Alice Clayton, the first in a brand-new romance series telling the humorously sexy tale of Roxie, a private chef who gets a taste of love—but is it to stay, or to go?
By the time we finished up, the parking lot was nearly empty. It was almost dusk, and as he said good-bye to the last stragglers, I wandered into the back corner of the original dairy barn, and the enormous stone silos. Converted from their original purpose, this one now housed a reading bench, a bookshelf, and a collection of framed photographs, spanning the history of the farm. I stood in the doorway, marveling at the workmanship that had gone into the silo. How perfectly constructed, with a nod here and there to design, even though it was made to simply store grain.
His footsteps announced that he had found me, and they came to stop just behind. I walked through the old oaken doorway, he followed. Once the door closed behind us, it was quiet. And dark.
“So which came first, the barn or the silos?” I asked, gesturing towards the soaring stone walls. Perfectly cylindrical, the four silos were each almost three stories tall, and could be seen from all over the farm.
“The barn,” Leo answered, walking towards me.
I backed away slightly, letting my gaze linger on the stone walls, and not the farmer who was now circling behind me.
“And when did you say the barn was constructed?” I asked, moving closer to the curved wall.
“Weren’t you paying attention on the tour the other day?”
I traced the line of one of the fieldstones, fitting my fingertip into the groove between it and the one on top. Even though the day had been warm, inside the silo the stones were cool. “I was mostly paying attention,” I admitted.
“Mostly?” he asked, now directly behind me.
I shivered a bit, not at all from the cool rock wall. I could feel him, the heat of him fitting against my body, not yet touching, and yet still curving across my skin.
“I was a little—” I inhaled sharply, as those strong hands lifted my hair off my left shoulder, brushing it along my back and leaving my freckled skin exposed. “—distracted,” I finished weakly. Weakly, because now he bent his head down to my skin, nuzzling into my hair. His nose brushed against my shoulder, and I watched as my fingers opened wide, flexing against the stone.
He pressed one single solitary kiss into the hollow between my shoulder and neck, and my brain went a bit fuzzy. His lips, warm and wet, continued a path up along my neck, dragging his mouth, a little bit nibbling and a lot bit incredible.